“Sounds like your sort of project,” Combeferre observes with a soft chuckle. He has only seen the sorts of cameras wight he little chips inside, the ones they call digital, though he has heard of this other sort, ones more like Monsieur Daguerre’s contraption, which develop film under chemical circumstances unknown to him.”Well then, once you are an expert, you will merely have to find a way to show me how it’s done. In a different lab, perhaps.” They were scientists. They would find a way.

He suppresses a smile as they girl sinks down beside the bright fruit, terribly unsurprised. “As long as you intend to take pictures, and not samples,” he chides mildly, turning to inspect an unfamiliar plant of his own.